Have you ever noticed how karma doesn’t always work on our schedule?

it’s like waiting for a slow burn,
hoping it eventually catches fire.
our stories help spark the blaze,
added to the ever-growing pile of scorched bridges.
once too many people have enough gasoline:

take diddy,
for example.
for damn near decades,
we have all known him as the life of the party,
the face of “good times“.
bts,
tho?

He was a full-blown demon,
terrorizing people in ways that were anything but glamorous.

his reign of terror might be coming to a close.
yesterday,
the feds picked him up and we all know what that means…

Did people completely lose their minds like this when Obama was running?

sure,
he had his fair share of haters but there was a lot of kindness too:

let’s be 110%…

Nothing comes close to the chaos of Kamala’s run.

this weekend,
elon musk stirred the pot yet again,
questioning something so outrageous…

Is it just me or do we all know a male who seems to be living in a perpetual state of scrutiny?

maybe it’s us right now?
as we navigate the high-stakes forest of corporate life,
or even if we are in entertainment or sports,
the whispers begin the moment we start to climb the ladder.

“Is he married?”
“Does he have kids?”
“I don’t see him talking about anyone special…”

once those whispers gain volume,
especially if we are hiding who we are inside,
we will do anything to lower them.
we duck for cover with “the ugly“,
“the desperate“,
or some black males get with “the white” to keep a low profile.
in all of those spaces,
it’s better optics to have a vixen on your arm around your straight (or white) peers.
even in our families,
among our friends,
at church,
or in the neighborhood,
if you’re a guy without that “basic” life…

When your enemy is making a mistake,
let them.
No need to play savior.

i love for jackals and hyenas doing dumb shit.
every single one (or three) of them who’s tried to come for me?
they may have won a round or two but i always win the war.
that’s the thing with fools:

They only plan a few steps ahead not realizing the future has their own downfall.

fonting of bad moves…

Remember when JD Vance called every vice without kids a “cat lady” at the start of this election?

like,
that’s the insult you’re going with?
it alienated a whole chunk of voters.
taylor swift has owned it,
claiming the childless cat lady title,
and i’m here to font that…

the butt dial.
does that even happen anymore?
one of your butt cheeks decides to dial someone’s number by mistake.
they saying “hello? hello?” but they’re talking to your ass.
for shannon sharpe,
however,
he might have allegedly butt dialed an IG live so we can listen to him having sex…

i don’t even need to font this for The Foxhole…

Last night’s debate between Kamala Harris and Trump?

utter disaster.
i mean,
like,
eye-openly bad for him.
kamala snatched donald’s wig,
threw it on the floor,
and used it as a hacky sack.
the moment she mentioned his rallies,
it was game over for what was holding his mental health together.

Foxhole tip: the quickest way to unravel a narcissist?
Bruise their ego.

now,
two of the things i really loved…